Vera at the Office

Author's note: this story is about a decade old, and was a commission for a potential lover... things didn't work out in the end.

There is a chance you've read a version of this before since it is a decade old. It has been revamped a little bit, and I have plans to continue it now.

If you'd like to help me steer where the story goes, let me know in the comments!

This is a dubcon/ noncon story; if that's not your cup of tea, then stop now and read something else.

It is fiction, all parties involved are over 18; thank you for reading.

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"Shit!" Vera cursed as the elevator door closed. She was already ten minutes late for her internship. It was the fourth time this week she'd shown up late, and Mr. Sadler had already called her out on the carpet for it once.

She frantically pushed the call button, and tapped her portfolio nervously. Fortunately the second elevator car opened up a moment later. Vera darted in and jammed the "door close button." As she looked up, her pulse quickened; Mr. Sadler coolly put his arm in the closing door and walked into the car.

Vera shrank into herself, her portfolio held before her. Even though he was shorter than she was, his very presence was suddenly intimidating. He waited until the door closed to speak.

The floor heaved, leaving her stomach and heart behind. "Ms. Chapin, I believe we spoke about your tardy behaviors last week. What did I say then?"

Vera's mouth was cotton. She stared at her feet as she stuttered "that 'if this happens again, I'll have to find a new internship; perhaps one that is clamoring for delinquent art students.'"

He took a deep breath and smiled broadly. "You remember perfectly. A shame you have not appeared to learn from what you heard so well."

The bell dinged, Vera's stomach and heart resumed their places somewhat colder, and the door to the elevator opened.

"While I am tempted to tell you to return to your car immediately, we do need you today. It's Friday after all, and it would be terrible to have to fire you before you've done your weeks' worth of work.

"See me before you go to lunch. You'll enjoy it more afterwards I'd wager."

Vera nodded shakily, her chin hitting her chest in the process. She wiped her smudged mascara and stepped onto the office floor, nearly crashing into one of the mailroom staff pushing his cart. She apologized under her breath and dashed to her shared cubicle and crumpled to the floor, her hands wrapped around her knees.

Mr. Sadler, somewhat more composedly, went into his office, shutting the door quietly. He launched into his work, pausing only briefly to revel in the memory of the tardy intern's shapely buttocks.

Vera felt a hand on her shoulder. Alyssa spoke softly in her ear "what's wrong Vera?"

"Mr. Sadler got on the same elevator car as I did. He knew we were both late, and I have to go to his office before lunch to get blessed out again."

"Vera; you don't need this kind of stress at work, just talk to your teachers about getting a different internship."

"Are you kidding? Do you know what the graphic design market is like these days? Half the other people in my class are working through a temp agency. I was lucky to get this job and I'm not going to just give it away because I can't manage my time."

She patted Alyssa's arm and stood. "I'll be fine Alyssa, don't worry. Might have to do a little sucking up, but I'll be fine in the end."

Alyssa smiled at her slyly. "Just don't let your boyfriend know." Vera chuckled lightly and went to her desk, her mind already shifting from the elevator to the day's tasks.

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Vera was checking her e-mail when she noticed it was half past one. If she left now, she would be right on time for her meeting with Mr. Sadler.

She arranged her hair in the reflection of the monitor and strode to his office, trying her best to broadcast confidence and determination.

It lasted as far as his office door.

She hesitated before knocking, leaning in close and knocked softly, her fingernails brushing against the door as her hand opened. Perhaps she had knocked too softly, there was no response. She stood up straight again and gave a smart rap with her knuckles.

Her heart skipped a beat as Mr. Sadler's voice intoned behind her "Ms. Chapin, how lovely to see you on time."

Vera whirled to see Mr. Sadler smiling at her. "Shall we chat?" he asked amicably.

He walked around her, just closer than she was comfortable with, and held the door open for her. She ducked in quickly.

He closed the door and sat on the edge of his desk. "Have a seat Ms. Chapin.

"I realize that in college, even in graduate school, you are cut some slack for tardiness. But here time is money, trite as that may sound, and coordination is key to our efforts here. If people stagger their lunch breaks or work in staggered shifts, what type of collaboration would there be?"

Vera didn't know if the question was rhetorical or not, but her throat felt so tight she couldn't bear to try to answer. She unfastened the top button of her blouse and swallowed quietly. It did not help matters any.

"If a meeting is supposed to last only fifteen minutes and someone is fifteen minutes late, what sort of position does that put them in?"

He let the question hang in the air.

"Ms. Chapin. I hired you myself, and it is easily within my power to fire you.

"While you are a very talented designer, there are several other people in your class looking for a job, I believe. If I am not mistaken, any of them might be more... temporally aware... than you are.

"Can you offer anything in your defense, Ms. Chapin? Anything you can give us that one of your various classmates cannot?"

Vera still found it difficult to swallow. "I'm sure there must be something sir. I can be on time from now on--early even! Stay late to finish up what I'm behind on.

"You could dock my pay for time missed... even give me a pay cut."

"Ms. Chapin, we are contractually obligated to pay you the rate you currently receive. The school wouldn't have it if we just cut your rates. If we dock your pay, they will want to know why.

"I doubt you would want to have them learn the answer--they might even pull you out themselves." He glanced at her neck... such a lovely sight.

"As far as coming in early and staying late, I'd hate to inconvenience you so. Though it might set a good example to the other employees.

"Of course, another student might not need to work such long hours, they might be more productive than you.

"Any other bright ideas Ms. Chapin?"

Vera felt numb and overwhelmed. What would she do if she lost this internship? She'd have to stay another year at school, but she didn't have the money for that. For that matter, her scholarship might get revoked if she lost this internship. And if her scholar--

"Ms. Chapin, please gather your things when you leave today. I'll be placing a call to your school after you leave. Try to enjoy your lunch."

She looked up, shocked. "What? No."

"No, Ms. Chapin? I'm afraid I don't understand." He was halfway around his desk, but turned as he heard her reply.

"No, Mr. Sadler, I don't think you realize how much I need this. I just... my boyfriend is going to be pissed at me, and I'll lose my scholarship at school, and I can't go back to waiting tables.

"I need this job Mr. Sadler. I will do whatever I have to in order to keep it." There was steel in her voice, and it hit a nerve in Mr. Sadler. He glanced quickly at his growing erection.

"Ms. Chapin, I highly doubt that you can say anything to make me keep you. Go to lunch, finish your day, and try to find a better placement over the weekend. Good day."

As he continued around his desk, he stopped mid-stride; something was tugging on his leg.

"I am not too proud to beg, Mr. Sadler. I--oh..."

He had turned to her, his erection now slightly lower than her eye level. She swallowed; a little harder this time.

"You're right Mr. Sadler, I should go." She started to stand, and felt his hand on her shoulder.

"I asked you what you could offer that your classmates could not Ms. Chapin. I think you've found an answer to that question. Do you understand me?"

Vera looked up at him, dread gnawing at her stomach again. "Mr. Sadler... my boyfriend...."

He gazed down at her with a look of bemusement in his eyes. "Ms. Chapin... my phone, your school..." his hand slid across her shoulder, up her neck, and around her lips, lifting away quickly. She gasped involuntarily "... your choice."

Vera looked down to the veiled manhood before her eyes.

"I think you should have something to eat for lunch, don't you, Ms. Chapin?" His hands were on both shoulders now.

Vera glanced back at the door and felt one hand come off her shoulder, heard his fly unzipping and, filled with dread, looked back at her boss.

His cock rubbed against her cheek as she turned to him. It was far from impressive, maybe six inches long, not even as long as her boyfriends' but slightly wider.

She looked up at Mr. Sadler pleadingly. "Not what I meant, sir."

He gazed down at her cruelly. "I'm beginning to lose my patience Vera. In or out."

The double entendre wasn't lost on her. She looked back at the door, and before she could react, felt the back of her head crack against the side of Mr. Sadler's desk. As she opened her mouth to shout, his cock flew in, effectively gagging her.

He started to pump his cock into her mouth. "Ms. Chapin," there was an edge to his voice. "If you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, I will make sure you don't work in this city again. Do you understand?"

Vera's head was softly hitting the desk, knocking quietly. He pulled out momentarily. "Yes sir."

"Good girl" he said, patting the top of her head. "Now put your hands above your head."

She felt a flush in her cheeks at his compliment and brought her hands up hesitantly to have them pinned by his own, her wrists painfully twisted back around the edge of the desktop. His cock in front of her mouth, she tried to twist away, but he simply shoved it in and continued his assault.

"Ms. Chapin... " he panted between thrusts "... I believe you will come in early... stay late, and... on occasion... 'work'... through lunch."

Vera could hardly believe it, she was pinned to her boss' desk as he raped her, and she couldn't help being aroused. She savored every thrust of his lovely cock as it slipped to the back of her throat.

Mr. Sadler slid her two hands together, grabbing her wrists together in one hand, the other slipping to Vera's neck and gently caressing her, even as he continued thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. A mix of her own saliva and his pre-cum dripped from her lips onto her exposed upper chest, startling her with its relative coolness.

"Do you enjoy being used, Ms. Chapin? Does your boyfriend ever treat you this way?"

As she tried to shake her head, she felt his leg sliding between hers. She instinctively drew her knees together but it was no use, his leg continued until his foot slid under her ass, and his ankle rubbed against her panties. The slight motion generated by his cock in her mouth made her body rock ever so gently against his sock.

Her mouth managed to gasp around his cock as his ankle rubbed her clit and his hand flowed over her neck like a silk scarf. She couldn't help it; she came, moaning as she did so.

A moment later she noticed a change in his rhythm and started swallowing instinctively. He stopped pumping as his cum filled her mouth. Not much there, it seemed, a couple of spurts, but she milked it for all it was worth, craning her neck to reach the base of his cock, and lapping at it hungrily.

He stayed in her mouth, savoring the feeling of her cleaning him off. With the faintest of movements, he pulled his shoe from beneath her ass, trailing the edge along her slick panties. She gasped again, a shiver going down her spine.

Stepping away from her, he went to his chair and sat down heavily. "Vera. Come here."

She pulled her aching arms down and began to stand. "No," he interrupted her, "crawl. Maybe if you're on time for the next week you can stand in this office." He extended his hand to her, and she crawled forward on all fours, her wrists twinging with each movement and her shame at having to crawl gnawing at her gut as much as her hunger.

She took his hand as he guided it to his flaccid cock, slowly regaining its turgid form.

"Ms. Chapin. Do you understand me about working late?"

She nodded. A small smile crept across his face. "Good. You start today. Tell your boyfriend you're getting ahead on some work."

She watched in fascination as his cock resumed its former shape. It was absolutely lovely. She scooted closer and licked it delicately.

He gazed at her hungrily. She was mesmerized. He sighed in pleasure as she leisurely enveloped him with her lips, ever so gently, and moved slowly up and down. Her hair fell like a short, silken curtain against his thighs.

"One more thing, Ms. Chapin: take off your panties. Now."

The spell was broken. Her mouth popped off of his cock, although her hand remained, and she looked at him, startled. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Try not to bend over too far for the rest of the day." He held his free hand out to her.

"Your panties. You can get them back at the end of the day."

Vera was stunned. She looked at the wristwatch just beyond the hand which held hers. Twenty minutes ago she had been given her marching orders, five minutes ago she had orgasmed from her boss' ankle.

She silently reached under her skirt and tugged her panties down, handing them to Mr. Sadler when she had them off.

He draped them over his face, breathed in heavily, and let out a contented sigh.

"You are quite intoxicating Ms. Chapin. I look forward to your overtime."

He reluctantly pulled her hand from his manhood and tucked himself away. "Again, Ms. Chapin, I expect only the best from you."

Vera walked back out to the main floor, the office door clicking shut behind her. She thought quickly and ran to the restroom to tidy herself up. Fortunately most people were at lunch now, so no one seemed to notice her disheveled state.

As she looked in the mirror in the bathroom she shuddered. "How could this have happened?" She thought. "And why do I like it so much?"

She raced to the vending machine and got a granola bar to steady her nerves and sate her hunger. It was far from perfect, but it would do.

Settling back in at her desk, she nodded briefly at Alyssa when she entered.

"Oh, so you're early now?" A sly smile on her lips.

"Well, I figured if I want to stay, I need to put in for the time I've missed so far. I had a chat with Mr. Sadler; we've come to an understanding."

"Really?" Alyssa leaned in closer. "Did you show him a little cleavage to help things out?" she asked, glancing at the open collar.

A sheepish smile stole across Vera's face. "I don't think it hurt anyway." Alyssa chuckled and went back to work.

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Vera was deep in thought when Alyssa chirped "Have a good weekend, Vera. Don't work too late."

As Vera looked back down at the layout in front of her, a movement caught her eye. Alyssa's head ducked back around the cubicle wall. "And for god's sake, don't think about this place when you're gone."

Vera nodded and stared back at the layout. Whatever she had been pondering was lost. "Just as well," she thought, "Mr. Sadler will probably want to see me any minute now."

She tidied up her work space, grabbed her portfolio and purse, and walked to Mr. Sadler's office.

Knocking upon the door, much more confidently this time, she felt a thrill as her pussy started to wake up from its post-lunch nap, lubricating everything below.

"Come in."

A thrill went down her spine as she heard his voice. What was it about him that thrilled her so? Vera turned the handle slowly, creeping in the door furtively and pulling it quickly but quietly closed behind herself

"Vera, so good to see you!" He glanced at his watch. "And right on time again. Is the secret to having you on time fearing for your job, or is it the thought of how you are to keep it... I wonder?

"Now, come." He spoke the words as though he were calling a dog.

Her shame and blush grew as she knelt, then put her hands on the floor and crawled toward him with no reminders needed. His command to crawl had echoed around her brain whenever she had a moment to spare today.

She crawled toward him, her excitement growing with each step. What would he do? Would he make her suck him off again? She knelt in front of the desk, looking at him curiously.

"Stand.

"Good girl," he remarked as she obeyed.

He eyed her from her ass to her head, pausing periodically. "You are a remarkable young lady. Your gorgeous freckles, enchanting eyes, full breasts." Mr. Sadler stood and walked behind her, breathing gently on her neck. She felt her pulse quicken as a drop of her own moisture pearled down her leg. His hands slid around her waist, simply holding her for a moment, then slid to the blouse's buttons, deftly undoing all but the top three. She closed her eyes, waiting for what came next. Feeling his hands on her back, she relaxed. He pushed her gently to the desk surface, and she opened her eyes to see a pencil cup immediately in front of her.

"Grab the edge of the desk," he whispered in her ear. She did as he asked, feeling her blouse ride up her frame and exposing her bare lower back to him. His hands resumed their exploration, tracing from the small of her back around to cup her breasts, where they gently kneaded her already hard nipples. Another pearl of wetness dripped around her thigh, and she found it difficult not to shiver.

One hand slipped away from her breast, walking finger by finger down her spine to her skirt-covered ass. He rubbed gently, starting in small, slowly widening circles until his hand reached the hem of the skirt and circled back under it, rubbing her bare butt. He sighed audibly and nibbled her ear gently.

The hand on her breast started circling too, beginning to trace figure eights between and around her nipples. He got to the outer edge of her breasts and the edge of her labia at the same time, tracing each gently. Vera felt as though she had a faucet pouring slowly between her legs, the quiet squelch of his fingers rubbing her the only sound beside their own labored breathing in the room.

She didn't stop gripping the edge of the desk even as his lips trailed over her earlobe and down her neck, slowly breathing and brushing them against every inch of the scenic route to her raised skirt. Bracing himself with both hands on either thigh, he slowly lapped at her pussy.

He licked the outside, slurping her juices noisily before slowly working his tongue between her lips, questing for her clit, finding it then seemingly losing it only to dance around the edge of it and finally sticking his tongue within her. She couldn't help but gasp.

As he worked around her clit again, one hand left her thigh. She heard a slight crinkle of fabric, a muted click and a soft hum. The only thing keeping her from bolting upright as he brought the vibrator to bear on her clit was her grip upon the edge of the desk. He continued tongue-fucking her while rubbing the vibrator over her clit in a cloverleaf pattern, her clit in the center.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, the mouth fell away, another crinkle and a zipper was heard, and she felt his cock enter her. "Mr. Sadler... oh, GOD!" The combination of vibrator and cock was too much to take and she shuddered in her climax, clamping down on him like a vise. He grunted behind her, slumped against her briefly, the vibe falling to his side, still running.